O porto de abrigo
…e o porto de abrigo venceu, mais uma vez. Foi ontem.
Otis Redding
(Sittin’ On) The Dock Of The Bay
Sittin in the morning sun,
I`ll be sittin’ when the evening come,
Watching the ships roll in,
And I’ll watch ‘em roll away again, yeah,
I’m sittin’ on the dock of the bay,
Watching the tide roll away, ouh,
I’m just sittin’ on the dock of the bay,
Wasting time.
I left my home in Georgia,
Headed for the Frisco bay
I have nothing to live for,
Look like nothings gonna come my way,
So I’m just go sit on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away,
I’m sittin’ on the dock of the bay,
Wasting time
Look like nothings gonna change,
Everything still remain the same,
I can’t do what ten people tell me to do,
So I guess I’ll remain the same, yes,
Sittin’ here resting my bones,
And this loneliness won’t leave me alone, yes,
Two thousand miles I roam
Just to make this dock my home
Now I’m just go sit at the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away, ooh
Sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Wasting time.
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Ah, o bom velho Otis Redding ! Ah, os anos 60 ! Ah, o “FORNO” !
Ah, a nossa juventude perdida no mar alto, lá longe, onde não há porto de abrigo nem salvação.
Resta-nos a voz quente do velho Otis e a ilusão de termos vivido…